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She Sells Seashells by the Seashore

Summary: Random, random idea. Hey, why not?
So, the prompt is as follows:
She sells seashells by the seashore.
She went bankrupt.
Now she is looking for a job in a city.
Short, yeah, but I'm making the most of it... and there's AF, of course.

Rin and I go to a newspaper club, where we be the unproductive people we are. Finally, she suggested the general idea of this, so I set to work on it for the club… then I thought, why not drag AF in and put this up? So I did. My writing style has probably changed, seeing as Rin insists that it adapts depending on my current NOW book… which is the Bartimaeus trilogy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own AF, this tongue twister, the invention of tongue twisters, the invention of books… or writing, really, or —

Beachgoers lay scattered about the sandy expanse by the body of water that was an ocean. Many teenagers, scantily clad in their bikinis, were refusing to enter the water, choosing instead to lounge on colorful towels. And, of course, choosing to ignore the fourteen-year-old boy who resided next to a washed-up cardboard box, one where a pitiful display of seashells sat.

This was Jacques Orlando Bradinsky’s fifth day of waiting in the same beach for someone to take notice of him and his box, and his fifth day of being disappointed. People swarmed around him, but no matter how loud he shouted or how nice his shells-of-the-day looked, Jacques was ignored. Some locals had even gone to frowning, pointing, staring, and spitting at him in disgust. The boy idly fingered a cracked fragment before sighing and lifting his head to stare at the distant horizon.

“JACKY!”

He turned his head and forced a weak smile, sickly in the healthy glow of the sun. “Hey, Reese.”

“How’s your business, eh?” Reese was grinning as he gave Jacques a fist-pound.

“When? When are they going to change? I haven’t got forever. I should find a job while I’m still young.”

“A real job? You wouldn’t.”

“I don’t really have a choice, do I?”

“Live off of me, of course!” Reese cried.

“I can’t. My pride –”

“Don’t give me anything about your pride, mister.”

“I’ll be fine. All comes to worse, I’ll find you.”

Reese shook his head. They both knew that Jacques would only seek help when he was too weak to move, and by then, it’d be too late (seeing as he wouldn’t be able to move). They also both knew that Jacques wouldn’t budge from his position in an argument.

“I’ll see you soon, then, right?” Reese asked.

“Yeah. Soon.”

“When? A week?”

“I don’t know, maybe.” Giving Reese one last, wry smile, Jacques scattered his shells on the sand and threw his cardboard container away. The boy traipsed to the boardwalk and beyond, to the faintest hint of a bus stop. His journey had begun.

Ooohhh… I is hooked!
Maybe I’m being overly critical, but isn’t Jaques a boy? It just is a bit awkward for a boy to be the main character in a story titled SHE Sells Seashells By The Seashore. I didn’t notice any errors, probably due to your nazi grammar skills…

Hiholly: Wow, fast review. I’ll get to updating when I can, don’t you worry.

Falcon: Yeah, probably, because I can’t pull off choppy, but thanks for saying that anyway.

Alpha: Yup, it’s me. XD I’ll take it that you liked it, though.

LEPreconGirl: I meant for it to be that way. Didn’t go exactly with the original tongue twister. Not sure if anyone noticed this, but Jacques’ initials are JOB. XD. On the newspaper version, his friend is named Miguel Ploid. M. Ploid. Say it aloud. Employed? No? Me and my cheesy puns…

Great story, WE. 😀 You used some pretty epic descriptive words, and I really like how you wedged Arty in there. x) The use of OC’s was nice, because I really like them. XD I can’t wait to learn more about their characters. 😉
UPDATE!

Oh Frond, WE! This is brilliant! 😀 You’re definitely one of the most creative writers on here, I’d say. 😉 I absolutely loved reading the description in the first chapter-it was unbelievably good! And I like the way that you’ve set out the story too. I can’t wait to see where this goes- please update as soon as you can! 😀

Okay…I changed my thing to Nickname, but im ArtyRocks sooo, ok, whatever, i wanted to say, UPDATE UPDATE UPDATE! *yells UPDATE like the Hefty comertial* I need this to survive! You dont want that do you? *everyone nods head like its the best idea in the universe* Really? *everyone yells “YES! PLZ!”* Well you guys r just mean…

Hiholly: I know, you all really want to kill me, but I god-honestly forgot my plot to this, if it ever had one.

Cimerene: … Oh-kay… XD

FS: I am most certainly not dead! *sniffles haughtily* I am just… on hiatus! OK, I most certainly am not on hiatus, either, seeing as I’ve ground out yet another long term fic and I’m adding drabbles to OUD. My, when’d this turn around? I thought I was the one obsessing over you! Really, though, I’ll try if I can. -__- Geez, you’re all going to murder me!

XD lol. Sorry ’bout that. I was extra crazy that day, and I saw a Hefty commercial and I just totally freaked out over this story. Anyway, I love this story! It’s great, keep writing!
UPDATE OR FEEL THE WRATH OF MY KILLER KITTEN!!!

See? I told you I was going to review. Anyways, this was brilliant. I especially loved the second chapter, and all the excuses about not hiring Jacques. It’s funny, interesting and random. Now, all you have to do is update…*hinthint*